Joker's Heart
Near the hearth everlasting,
underneath a photograph,
Stands the joker of this time
chuckling once on your behalf.
Embers glow inside the dark
without passing any heat
To the corner of this room,
where the heart's hung on a seat.
Roses linger on the hill
through the last of autumn's day,
While the breezes from beyond
carry their perfume away.
Colors once held in the eye
slip slowly from memory,
Melding with the joker's song
that drifts o'er a yellow sea.
News breaks on the morning light
far from the dreams tossed away,
Springtime rolls from winter's chill,
though she is never to stay.
Those who watch the weather change
fall behind another mile,
Caught once more like shadows hid
somewhere in the joker's smile.
Paintings hang in silence now
as though times come to stand still,
Voices fade into the haze
that covered the distant hill.
Joy's now locked tight in the vault
of a life kept far apart,
The keys hidden deeper still,
safe inside the joker's heart.
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